Mitch and Me: The “Contract” is Null and Void
I stood at Mitch’s hospital bedside, my hand in his, praying in silence. The face, the ventilator, the silence in the room, told a grim story. My childhood friend had summoned me to say “Good-bye…” “Please, Mitch, don’t leave us now – the country needs your voice; Rose and the children need you…and God, alone, …